POETRY PATH : Millions of Strawberries

Marcia and I went over the curve,

Eating our way down

Jewels of strawberries we didn't deserve,

Eating our way down.

Till our hands were sticky, 
and our lips painted.

And over us the hot day fainted,

And we saw snakes,

And got scratched,

And a lust overcame us 
for the red unmatched

Small buds of berries,

Till we lay down-

Eating our way down-

And rolled in the berries 
like two little dogs,

Rolled

In the late gold.

And gnats hummed,

And it was cold,

And home we went, 
home without a berry,

painted red and brown,

Eating our way down.  

-Genevieve Taggard

Pinegreenwoods Poetry Path